Hard times, coming to your town,
loose paraphrases of rap on your map
mazes, something dawns in me the
moment I let go the hurt—

Put it on the cross.

“Bear yours” Jesus said, your plans
for revenge dead, this is what was
said, dead, red rivers to reasons and gold
Seasons past cold, the road is easy up
ahead—season your loss with a daily
Win—

Put it on the cross.

Savour life, write in English
your Spanish strife!! God help us,
at that point when others grudge, they
remember bad things, times in past
where no one was at their best, then
keep score, put you on a black
list—seem to write it on your chest;

Put it on the cross.